The thin woman awoke early that morning, full of optimism. Today she'd choose her Champions! She'd received word in the months previous that they had been experimenting with more mystic DNA. They'd only had a few successes in the past.
She smiled as she dressed. Her maids all knew the reason their queen was happy. There was no champagne so that only left one other option. The Maze. While some dreaded seeing their once loved ones transformed into something alien to them, the Queen looked forward to it. With every scar they received, she saw it as a just punishment for disobeying the laws. Plus this was much more entertaining than watching a public execution. Less mess for her too.
The Queen, now fully dressed from her pale yellow sundress that was bedazzled to her soft looking makeup, walked out. Everyone knew her routine on these days. She was going to take her court to see the lovelies. She grinned, her painted pink lips glistening as she watched for them. She smiled brightly as her son walked out.
Amedeus/Male/Heir/Mentions: Other Sponsors, queen, and Champions
They'd bedazzled him. From head to toe. Dressed in lavish baby blue that made his grey eyes pop, he was thankful that they'd chosen silk for this. Knowing his mother it could last anywhere from five minutes to three hours. The loose shirt he liked best, simple but moveable. His pale pants shimmered with the glitter everyone seemed to adore. They even stuck a onyx gem to the beauty mark under his eye. Although the prince was stunning, he couldn't help but feel like a chandelier as the sun shone onto his coppery skin and bounced off of his raven hair.
He groaned as he saw his mother as soon as he stepped his booted foot out if the castle's doors. The godling didn't appear to be in the best of moods, even as his mother smiled at him brightly. He thought she looked like an over happy canary. Or a piñata. Hand me the bat, he thought to himself. He was positive he couldn't be the only one that felt this way. Still, this heartthrob smiled at his mother fondly, "Good morning, mother dear," he says in a voice thick like honey and sweeter than sugar cane. "Are our lovely Sponsors coming?" He asks, planting a kiss on her flawless skin.
He pushed himself to smile as his mother nodded. So childish... He stood up straighter, looking every but as graceful and lethal as a panther on the hunt. He was hunting. Just a different sort of game. But first he'd half to deal with the nitwits and their bedazzled faces and clothing. He wished for a simpler girl or guy to take the place beside him one day. Someone who wouldn't be scared of him and be able to take his little anger flares, but here all he would find would be spoiled brats, too caught up in their looks to actually take the time and think, 'Maybe I don't need to look like a disco ball today'. But alas, a man could only wish and hope. The perfect match for him couldn't possibly exist. Right?
Daeva Stone | 18 | Resident Pshyco & Sponsor | M: Deo, Champions
A young woman was making her way to the castle. A trail of glitter floating behind her, and the soft jingles of her many bells in her dress could be heard along with the soft clicking of her crystal heels. Her face was dusted with purple and pink glitter that matched her bright pink and purple wings so well. She gave a small grin as she made her way to the Castle to see her big brother, Deo. Well they weren't blood siblings but he spoiled her like she was. Her small lips poked out into a pout as she tugged on his suit coat. She was small compared to him.
"Deo," she said looking up at him, " some idiot was rude to me and called me a whore. Can I kill him please?" batting her eyelashes as she stepped on her tiptoes
The female then looked in her little mirror. Her hair was pinned up and curled perfectly. She had recently got it dyed pink and purple , and her purple dress has little bells on it that fairies love so much. She gave a small humming tone before grinning at Deo her small fangs gleaming as she looked at him.
"I want a piggyback ride for the labs! I demand it" she said seriously faking she would have a little tantrum
Jackson/M/Court Member, Ivan's Husband/Ivan, their children (Ivan and Iris)
Jackson woke up early and kissed his husband's forehead before flinging off the blankets and walking into their large bathroom. He took a shower, a long one. The piping hot water rolling off his skin as he took the moment to think about the day and what it would bring. Their Queen wasn't always predictable and this year the prince was going to the Labs with them. It was going to be interesting, that's for sure. He was only going because Ivan asked him, Jack was convinced he's allergic to new people.
He stepped out of the shower and dries off thoroughly, shaking out his wet hair that was already starting to curl up at the ends. He glared at his reflection, a look that could kill if looks could.
He wrapped the towel around his tiny waist, not ready to get dressed, and then proceeded to walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. At the entrance to the Gimme Food Room, Indra laid his tail across, laying his long body along the hall. Jackson, not paying attention because he didn't have his coffee yet, tripped over the black and gold dragon and stumbled. "Indra, the hell? Go to your Lair," he grumbled viciously.
The black and gold dragon, "Why don't you watch where you're going?" He asked, smirking in the way that this dragon does. Jackson huffed, glaring at the dragon. He made himself a cup of coffee, pouring it carefully before opening their fridge to find they were out of his creamer. He groaned, running his fingers through his hair as he did so.
"IVAN WE'RE OUT OF SMORES CREAMER," He yelled in a bitchy tone. Little Iris appeared, almost suddenly. She rubbed her big blue eyes and looked at Jack curiously.
"What's the matter, Dad?" The little girl asks. Her hair tangled up in her little braids made Jack's heart melt easily. He walked over and picked her up, hugging her.
"Papa let me drink up all my creamer and didn't remind me to get more," he says, smiling gently at the little girl.
"Lex! Help! No,no,n-" a masculine voice screamed at her before being drug off into the darkness. Loud growls pierced her ears as a earth shattering scream echoed through the Maze
"Augu-" Lexi began to shout but she was stopped by a masculine hand wrapping around her mouth his shaggy black hair and blue eyes held compassion and fear. His eye was badly injured as were her wings and leg. He gently put her on his back and carried her away without a word.
It was a dark forest they were traveling through. The rustling of leaves could be heard as they moved each wary of the surroundings. She held tightly to the male, and they both had sponsors who had been giving them good gifts. The soft grow is could be heard in the undergrowth and then out of no where a snarl and claws and fangs leapt upon them
Lexi woke up with a piercing shriek . She clutched her nightgown and could feel the beads of sweat dripping from her forehead. Damn it she had shattered her glass windows again. Why did they have to give her Banshee DNA? She squeezed her eyes shut and went and took a cold shower to calm herself down. As she let the cold water run down her back she could feel the scars and practically picture herself back in the Maze. Oh the horror and how she pitied those going in this year. What a sick joke. Her leg had healed and so had her physical wounds but they had turned into ugly scars on her back and she hated them. Not to mention the severe emotional damage. Her once beautiful Valkyrie wings were nothing more than ribbons and delicate feathers hanging on.
She needed to get them surgically removed but she didn't have the heart to. They were her pride and joy, but even that was taken. She was soon done with her shower, and the soft squeaking knob unsettled her as the water turned off. and put her long hair in a Dutch Braid and put on a simple jumper that accents her body and curves with some sandals. Making herself a cup of coffee and bagel she sat down and looked at her large house she had no one to share with. Her wife was dead and her daughter she didn't know what happened to her. She only watched the capital from her view a somber expression on her face as she drank her coffee.
Her doorbell rang and she wondered who was at the door, but she ignored it.
Patrisha woke up abruptly and ran to the bathroom hurriedly. She ran the sink's water so Keane wouldn't wake up to hearing her heave. She groaned quietly as she retched. Laying across the toilet and leaning on the wall she sighed, she had to tell him soon. She wanted to tell him before she started to show. She shook her head, standing up. She flushed the toilet and rinsed her mouth out before brushing them thoroughly. She turned off the sink and looked at herself.
Without all the bedazzled craze, she was so plain. She shook her head. That is not how you're supposed to think! Self love, self love, self love.... It took her a minute, or two before she walked back out into their large bedroom and crawled into the soft bed.
She smiled a little, preparing herself for his reactions. She gracefully moved her arms around his neck and pulled him closer by using her legs. She smiled gently at her husband, thinking about how lucky she was to have him. Easily the most gorgeous man in Sylvia, possibly the world, and he chose her. She planted a kiss on his cheek, "Keane?" She whispers softly. Her silk night gown had rode up her body and now was a crumpled mess at her midsection. "Glitterboy," she says, pulling in his earlobe with her teeth. She huffed a little when he didn't wake up immediately.
She smirked, having an idea. A stupid one, but it'd work. She opened her finely shaped mouth and allowed her canines to grow the extra but before she bit the little dip in his neck, she didn't take any blood, just bit him to wake him up.
Emily/F/Sponsor/M: Lexi, other Sponsors
She groaned as she pounded the door, "Lexi? Open it up! It's Emily!" She yelled, ugh. This was so not her. Who was she to be begging someone to let her in? They usually let her in easily.
The Ebony Hybrid stood there, wings ruffling in the slight breeze as she stood outside in her loose jumper that showed a questionable amount of her dark skin. The halter strap was bedazzled and so was the dark female's shoulders and forehead. All in shades of light lavender to make her features pop out best. She tapped a heeled foot, the silver shoes glinting in the morning light.
"Lexiii!" She whined, twirling a piece of her braid that had sprung loose around a perfect, thin little finger. She groaned roughly, letting out a huff, "I'm leaving in five, four, three!" She counted down slowly, growing impatient. The Queen would kick her ass to Clover if she was later than Ivan and Jackson. They took forever to get ready.
He looked at the tiny female, smiling at her brightly in a brotherly way. Either way, it was still a rare sight for the copper male to be seen smiling anymore. He nodded, "Once we get to the labs, of course. But here it's hot as balls and we might be here awhile, you know how Emily is. Late for literally everything," he laughed gently, picking at a loose rhinestone on his pants.
He played with the dangling earring closest to Daeva, "Like em?" He asks her, pointing out the little opal pixies. "Bought them last week I think," he says, looking as if he were trying to remember what had happened since then.
He blamed his bad memory on his mother. Bat shit crazy witch. He shook his head, allowing the mini pixies to catch the light and shine the different colors. He grinned, "I think they might be my new favorite pair," he says quietly
Keane / Host/Sexiest Man Alive bitches / M: His boo
The male had been laying their trying to get back to sleep when he heard his wife get up. He then heard her start the sink and a smal frown appeared. Why has she done that and then he heard her retching. Wait was she? No she couldn't be, well they had been talking about having kids. How did he hear her? He had dormant vampire genes yet he had the heightened senses and charisma of a vampire just not the fangs, yet. He fell back asleep as she moved about. He wanted to lay in this bed with her all day and do nothing, but alas they had work, and he felt slight movement on the bed and felt his wife's slender arms around him, and then her tugging his ear with her teeth.
He gave a slight grumble at this. Let me sleep in peace woman he thought to himself. He then felt her canines in his exposed neck and his eyes opened a bit and he arched an eyebrow. Oh? Kinky to bite was she? A mischievous glint in his eye as he wrapped his arms around her waist and flipping her gently pinning her under him. He took a finger to trace her plump lips and nuzzling the crook of her neck let his own teeth scrape her flawless skin. He then nibbles along her ear and planted a kiss on her cheek and lips biting her lips slightly before whispering in her ear.
"Morning love, now don't tempt me to let my vampire genes surface. You don't know know divine you look right now dear " he said in a deep husky Russian accent as his hand trailed her thighs and waist before smirking and getting up to brush his teeth.
He put on his suit pants and then his white dress shirt. His defined muscular body showing as he clothed himself in front of Patrisha for her viewing pleasure. He then gave her a look, " So love we going to the doctor? You've been having morning sickness for a week now and yes I have been watching you I wouldn't be a good man if I hadn't noticed mishka. Also did you hear the Vollentine's got Ivan Jr. a Strataverious violin it's worth 3 million dollars! That boy sure can play it though. Also I'm making breakfast and you some tea, so get ready."
He then finished buttoning up his shirt leaving the top button undone. He proceeded to make some green tea and some breakfast sushi and some waffles with Nutella for his wife.